On a hot July evening when I was 18 years old, I lay naked from the waist up on the hardwood floor of a home studio. My back was sticky with sweat, and I could feel the beat of rhythmic music through ...

If you’ve ever been to a scuzzy punk party, you probably have at least one beer-soaked memory of watching someone carving a stick 'n' poke into their friend’s forearm. The process typically involves a ...